Nobody thought any further than it, beyond that you were dead.

But it wasn't to be, perhaps. By some twist of fate, those rascals that tossed you down into a coffin and buried you six feet under didn't check your heartbeat that well, or maybe that's just how weak it was.

The team kept your line on, to hear nothing, not even static. Till you turned and snagged it as you shifted into consciousness, and it sparked back to life, your radio turning on, to churn out the sounds of your ragged breathing into the other side.

Ghost sprang to his feet, the only one awake to man the communications, picking up the line.

"Bravo 9," he spoke coldly, holding himself back from the truth lest he fall too deep, from blind faith.

" 'zat you, soldier? You tha', Colonel?"